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Author	Topic: Dark Mirror (AU, Luke, Mara, Jacen, Han, Leia, Jaina, Pellaeon, Thrawn, others, COMPLETE)
Gandalf the Grey Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 11/1/00 6:19pm Subject: Dark Mirror (AU, Luke, Mara, Jacen, Han, Leia, Jaina, Pellaeon, Thrawn, others, COMPLETE) - Date Edited: 8/14/05 6:57am (22 edits total) Edited By: Raven
	Twenty years have passed since the battle of Endor. It was a battle in which Princess Leia Organa, the last of the Jedi knights, was slain by Emperor Luke Skywalker. It was a battle in which the Imperial fleet, led by Grand Admiral Solo, crushed the Rebel fleet. The Empire has since conquered the whole of the galaxy, and even the farthest reaches of the Unknown Regions have fallen under Imperial dominion. The Empire, needing to expand in order to remain stable, sets its sights further. They invade another reality, another dimension. One in which it was the Rebellion who won at Endor, Han Solo and Leia Organa are married, Luke Skywalker has reestablished the Jedi Order and married Mara Jade, and in which the Empire is at peace with the Republic. Now the hero’s, villains and rogues of the two galaxies face their most resourceful and dangerous enemies yet – Themselves. Chapter I The room fell silent as the Emperor entered. The Emperor was not a particularly tall man, and taken on face value, he didn’t look to be a particularly dangerous one. But he had a presence which made even the bravest tremble when he was angry. Today, he wasn't angry. He smiled at his Grand Admirals, and nodded in greeting as he took his place at the head of the large antique wooden table. He was less than forty years old, and his short dark blond hair was only touched by the slightest dignified grey steaks. He still had a boyish smile, which he used to his advantage, but one look at his ice cold blue eyes dispelled any notions of his innocence one might have. He was wearing soft blue robes, of silk from Vortex. But everyone in the room knew that he was equally comfortable in his battle armor, with his lightsaber at his side. That battle armor hadn't been used in over three years though. The whole of the galaxy was now under Imperial Dominion. The rebellion was long since crushed, with only occasional disturbances of the peace protesting his rule. And unlike his predecessor, the current Emperor responded to such rebellions not with massacres, but by addressing their concerns. Of late though, those disturbances had become more and more common. Without any formality, he began to speak. "Grand Admirals. We approach a turning point in the history of the Empire. For over two decades, we have continuously expanded our borders. Our economy has been driven by our military, and risen to new heights." Nothing helped stimulate the economy like a good war. "But now," he continued "we have nowhere in our own galaxy to expand to. And it is impractical to send troops in a vain effort to invade other galaxies. We would all be dead before they would arrive." ~Or at least you all would be,~ the Emperor mentally corrected himself. He intended to live for a very long time indeed. "Fortunately, thanks to Grand Admiral Daala, we may have an alternate means of expansion. Admiral?" he said, giving the right to speak to her. All the other Grand Admirals knew most of what she would be saying, but some procedures must be followed. Daala was in her mid-forties now, but still beautiful The long red hair that was her trademark was still as vibrant as ever, and her porcelain face was unwrinkled. She was the only woman ever to reach the rank of Grand Admiral. Some had whispered that a series of affairs carried her through the ranks, but those whispers stopped when she donned the white uniform. The Emperor was nothing if not completely faithful to his wife, as some women had found out to their misfortunes. She cleared her throat, and began to speak. "At the Maw installation, one of my top scientists, Qwi Xux, has developed a hyperdrive able to take a ship not between two places, but between two dimensions. This new hyperdrive has been dubbed the warp drive for its method of operation." "Unfortunately, it's prohibitively expensive to build these warp drives. To outfit a ship the size of a Corvette would cost more than to build an Masmune class Star Destroyer." Imperial and Victory Class Star Destroyers had long since been phased out in favor of Excalibur and Masmune class Star Destroyers, which were far more capable ships, carrying over twice the firepower, and improved shields. The Excalibur class ships also supported a pair of gravity well projectors, which were used to drag ships out of hyperspace. And the Executer class ships had been replaced by Sovereign class ships, which were even more incredibly powerful. "We're not going to be able to conquer much with Corvette's," said Grand Admiral Solo, with a wry grin. "I don't know, Solo, if you're not up to it, I feel confident I can lead even your troops to victory" said Zsinj. The Emperor let the others laugh at the rivalry between the two men. Fortunately, rivalry was good natured. Zsinj and Solo were allies, and had saved each other’s lives countless times. It didn’t stop them from constantly striving to outdo each other, and the Emperor was pleased with the situation. He had made efforts to change the Imperial military over the past twenty years. Among the changes had been the elimination of ship names such as Corrupter, Defiler, and Virulence. Replacing them were names out of the mythology of various worlds. Ships with names like Vengeance, Avenger or Devastator were left unchanged. Another change was the more relaxed atmosphere at the Imperial Court and in the navies High Command. They no longer feared summery executions on a whim, like his father or his predecessor would have done. Of course, executions continued, but the Emperor was determined not to destroy those who were still useful to him, and understood that soldiers fought better when motivated by respect instead of fear. He glanced at Daala, who continued, sounding slightly irritated at being interrupted. "Fortunately, the Dr. Xux assures me that the technology can be modified easily, that we can construct a portal leading to another Galaxy, which we can send our larger ships through. Unfortunately, this portal will likely be as expensive to build as the Death Star was." Daala looked over the Emperor. While still an apprentice, he and his father had both been against the Death Star project, for numerous reasons, it's outrageous cost being one of them. Despite it's utility in keeping the peace with the Empire in the years since then, it was widely known that the Emperor still disdained it. But he only nodded. "I will arrange for the project to receive full funding," he said. "How far has the device been tested?" Daala pursed her lips. "We've made nearly a hundred successful jumps now, and can reliably return to our own galaxy. We can also now reliably choose a target destination galaxy." The Emperor weighed the facts. "You have picked out some galaxies as possible targets already, I take it?" Daala nodded. "Well over half the galaxies seem to be being invaded by a race know as the Vong. They are nearly so powerful as ourselves, and we immediately discarded those galaxies as possible targets." Thrawn interrupted her, speaking for the first time in the meeting. "Do you believe that there exists a chance that we will come under invasion by these Vong? If so, then I doubt we should consider invading someone else, instead we should look to our own defense." Daala shook her head, and a strand of her hair worked itself loose of her braid, laying like molten copper on her white uniform. "In every galaxy the Vong have invaded, they have arrived with about three weeks of the other galaxies invasions. It's been over a year now since the Vong have arrived in any galaxy, therefore it is probably safe to presume that for whatever reason, they're not coming here." Thrawn didn’t look happy about it, but nodded curtly, and sat back in his chair. "You were saying, about possible targets?" led the Emperor, getting the meeting back on topic. "Yes, we have picked out some. There is one galaxy for example which is controlled by warlords. Palpatines death fractured the Empire in that universe. Another, perhaps the most inviting target, has a Republic rather than an Empire. My scouts did not stay long in any Universe, just long enough to find a planet and dump all available news into their central computer. It is from the newsvids we are basing our conclusions." "Nothing more in depth?" asked the Emperor mildly. "News can be faked." Daala felt ghostly fingers at her throat for a split second, then they were gone. The Emperor rarely killed subordinates for incompetence, but exceptions did happen, as he was reminding her. "I felt to do anything more would attract unwanted attention." sad Daala, taking full responsibility. This was evidently what the Emperor wanted to hear, and he waved away the issue. He turned to Grand Admiral Solo. "Solo, I have decided that you shall be responsible for further scouting in the target galaxies. I want a full report on your conclusions in one months time. I have no wish to invade a galaxy that has a stronger military than we do." Solo nodded. Of all the Admirals, he had the most direct approach. But unlike Daala, he knew there also existed a time and place for subtlety. “I’ll see what the military can do, and the figure out the local politics,” he said, his lower class Corellian accent coming to the surface. Solo had a checkered career. While a Lieutenant, he had struck a higher ranking officer who was torturing to death a Wookie slave. He would have been thrown out of Imperial service for that, but as fate would have it Vader was passing through that area of the palace. Vader had seen the entire thing, and for a reason that he had confided in his son before his son betrayed him, he had intervened. Vader had strangled the officer, and promoted Solo. In an amusing turn of event’s, the Wookie had decided that he owed a life debt to Solo. Now Chewbacca stood at the edge of the room, next to Rukh, Thrawn’s bodyguard. The Emperor considered what Solo had said for a moment, then responded. “Look for the presence of Jedi or Sith as well. The Force is a powerful ally indeed.” Having seen what the Emperor was capable of on the battlefield first hand, no one in the room was about to disagree. "Pellaeon,” said the Emperor, “you are to begin to arrange for security for the construction of this portal. Choose a suitable location or the rim, and make arrangements for the shipping of supplies, as well as construction. Coordinate with Daala on this." Pellaeon was a defensive expert. The rumor in the Imperial fleet was that if the Death Star’s commanders were to rebel, Pellaeon would be able to defend Imperial Center itself against it with only a handful of snubfighters under his command, somehow finding a weakness and destroying it. The Emperor didn’t know if that were true, but Pellaeon had won his rank honestly by winning countless battles against superior forces when everyone had thought the day lost. "Brand, you will work with Solo. Prepare insurrection teams. I want our new enemies to be dealing with petty rebellions when our ships come." Brand was a former Intelligence Officer. He was the most private of the Grand Admirals, and unlike the rest commanded no fleets. Only one Excalibur class ship, the Emperor’s Blade. But his weapons were not ships and blasters, but information. His spy’s had won the Empire as many battles as any Solo or Zsinj had. "Thrawn, you will have overall command under myself, as always. I trust you will continue to not disappoint me." The Chiss simply nodded gravely, as was his way. And Thrawn, Thrawn was the greatest of them all. A brilliant tactician, a skilled strategist, and possessing that certain something that great commanders have, that made his troops willing to follow him into the depths of Hell itself. The Emperor looked around the room, at the best and brightest Imperial minds. They were a motley group. Thrawn was the only non human, and Daala the only woman, Han Solo proudly wore a scar on his chin from a knife fight in his youth, while Piett had the aristocratic look and fine features of someone born and bred in the heights of Coruscant. Zsinj twirled his mustaches, looking like a caricature of a Grand Admiral, and Pellaeon brought quiet nobility and dignity to the white uniform. Brand looked at people as if to peer into what was hidden in their minds, and Ghent, who was head of the Empires slicer’s, seemed to gaze solely into a dream world. Grand Admiral Tiberius sat back, looking arrogant and in control, while Grant looked nervous, always glancing around at his fellows as if afraid of them. Nelson’s artificial hand whirred as he flipped an antique coin. And Soontir Fel seemed to project a more relaxed version of Pellaeon’s stateliness. They were the best. It was with through their combined skills, tactical, technological, and otherwise, that the Unknown Regions had been conquered and the Rebellion put down. The Emperor wasn’t a particularly humble man, but he knew that despite his great powers and decent tactical ability, it was his decision to allow the Grand Admirals free reign that had brought the Empire so far. If he had ignored them and their advice, had instead fell into the trap of arrogance that Palpatine had, they would likely not be planning to invade another galaxy now. Likely, their own galaxy still wouldn’t be entirely under Imperial control. "Is there anything else?" asked the Emperor as he rose. The Grand Admirals all remained silent or shook their heads. He expected nothing less. They were capable of going about their duties without his direct supervision. That was something Palpatine had never understood. One of many things Palpatine never understood. The Emperor gave them one last nod, and left the room. They would now work out the fine details. He had little interest in that, was solely concerned with results. Outside the room, he walked down the corridors of the Palace, accompanied by his guards. He didn’t speak to them as he walked, wrapped up in his own thoughts. Other dimensions. Roads not taken. He wondered what he was like in the other dimensions. Whether he was using the true power of the force, or its weaker version. Likely in the galaxy with a Republic he was a pitiful lightsider. He thought the idea amusing. Suddenly, he motioned for the guards to stop. Like a dog sniffing the air, he looked around, trying to determine the location of the presence he sensed. After a moment, he reached out, and tagged her gently with the force. She stepped out from behind the tapestry she had been hiding behind, invisible except to his force senses. She grabbed handfuls of his robe, and pulled him in towards her kiss. The guards, accustomed to their behavior, maintained a stoic silence. After they came up for air, she carefully rearranged his robes. “You haven’t lost anything with age yet, have you Skywalker?” the Empress asked her husband with the same smile she had worn over twenty five years ago, when Palpatine had sent her to seduce him. That had been a great mistake on Palpatines part, and one of his last. Mara purred like a hunting cat, and they kissed again. After their mouths finally came apart, green eyes looked into blue eyes. And at almost the same time, they both laughed. They knew their love for each other was a flaw, a potentially dangerous one. But it didn’t matter. Emperor Skywalker thought back, reminiscing. He wondered how things had developed in the other dimensions, wondered what decisions where might have cost him his throne, or caused him to abandon it, or indeed, never to have won it in the first place. Caused him never to have met Mara, or perhaps they had met, and one of them killed the other? The idea made him shudder slightly. He couldn’t imagine life without the other half of his dark soul. Luke Skywalker had been thirteen when Vader arrived on Tatooine. It was within days of Vader’s encounter with Solo. From what his father had said, Luke gathered that Vader felt some sort of need to reaffirm his choices. Of course, when all was said and done, Luke didn’t particularly care why Vader had come, the important part was that he had. Luke had been flying through Beggar’s Canyon when the Sith Lord arrived, using the Force in primitive ways to enhance his flying. Vader had of course investigated. Luke remembered his fear at his first sight of the Dark Lord. And his hope when an old man had appeared, warning Vader away. The two had seemed to know each other, and the old man urged Luke to run. Luke had started to, but driven by curiosity and a teenaged sense of invulnerability had hid and watched. Vader and the man had dueled, and Luke stared in awe. He had never imagined anything like a lightsaber duel before. The old man had fought hard, but was no match for Vader. Luke had flinched as Vader had swung to cut down the man, but he was suddenly no longer there. Vader had prodded the empty robes for a moment with his foot before he seemed satisfied. Then he turned and looked directly up at where Luke was, and ordered him down. To Luke’s own disbelief, he found himself obeying. His limbs seemed to move on their own. He stood before Vader for the first time, and the Sith Lord asked him his name. “L-l-Luke!” he blurted, “Luke Skywalker!” He had wished that he’d heeded the old mans words, and run while he could. Now he had no choice. “Sky… walk… er?” wheezed Vader, seeming thunderstruck. For a moment, the darkness parted, ever so slightly. But then it was back, as Vader began to calculate how he could use his son. Vader had taken Luke away from Tatooine then, on his flagship. Luke hated his cruel captor, though after Vader told him that he was his father, Luke felt sympathy mix with his anger. But his rage, though diluted, still existed. And when Vader began to teach him how to use the Force, Luke paid careful attention. He wanted to destroy the evil Empire, and this Force might be the key. He remembered his first meeting with the Emperor. He had thought Vader frightening. But Vader was nothing compared to his master. But strangely enough, Luke also thought he sensed the Emperor was afraid of him. Over the years, he grew in power, and came to understand the necessity of the Empire, and the true power of the dark side. He hid his hatred of his father and the Emperor, bidding his time. Luke was officially recognized as Vader’s son on his eighteenth birthday, and was declared second in line for the throne, behind his father. He knew his father was plotting against the Emperor, and that Vader expected Luke’s aid in his coup. Palpatine was aware of his apprentices scheming, and as the day of the coup approached, he sent Mara Jade to seduce Luke into his camp. Luke had seen through her subterfuge though, when he found her in his room late one night, and quite literally threw her out. She didn’t give up trying though. It became almost a game to them, and their surprise they became actual friends before too long. Luke hadn’t had friends in years, and Mara had never had a friend, but together they found comfort. Soon Mara was able to tell Palpatine that she was indeed Luke’s bedmate, and began to tell Palpatine the plans of the Skywalkers. What Palpatine didn’t realize was that she was only feeding him a part of Luke’s overall plan. When the day of the coup had arrived, Luke and Mara stood aside as their masters dueled, ignoring their pleas for aid. Vader was able to defeat the Emperor in the end, but soon followed him into the dark, as Luke ended his fathers life with his own crimson lightsaber. Soon to follow the Emperor and Vader were the other Emperors Hands and the Dark Side Priests on Byss. Luke didn’t dare let anyone else live who could use the Force, for he knew that from the Jedi or the Sith would come the only real threats. Even the Death Star, one of Palpatines more egotistical projects, was insignificant compared to the power of the Force. He had assumed immediate control of the Empire. The upper echelons of Imperial Command were very familiar with him, and knew him too well to dare protest. A few outlying systems, such as Bakura, had tried to rebel, but he moved quickly and ended that before those systems could align themselves with the Alliance. And while he knew that only a Jedi could possibly threaten him, that didn’t cause him to ignore the rebellion like Palpatine did. A series of aggressive campaigns wiped out most rebel resistance, and a set of major economic and political reforms kept it down. The Rebel Alliance still existed, barely, but was not a great concern. Non humans were granted the same rights as humans, and he arranged for the survivors of Mon Calamari, the only planet the Death Star had been used on, to receive relocation and compensation. And by then keeping the Empire constantly at war with exterior forces, he had limited political unrest. In a ceremony broadcast around the galaxy, Emperor Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade were married in the Coruscant Botanical Gardens. Despite their passion and even love for one another, the move was as much part of a calculated image campaign as anything else. Mara would have had preferred to elope, and keep their marriage a secret. She wanted nothing to do with the crowds and publicity the Emperor courted, though unlike him, she had become an almost universally beloved figure. She was the only person the Emperor completely trusted, and Luke had left her in charge of the Empire twice, for a pair of month long periods. She had ruled admirable in his absence, dealing swiftly with all problems which arose. The first time he had left had been when he detected the presence of a Jedi Master. He had flown alone to the source of the disturbance in the Force. On the swamp planet of Dagobah he found a being named Yoda. The pitiful creature had tried to convert him to the light side of the Force, and Luke had listened in amusement, before striking out. Yoda had not been weak though, and proved to be up to the challenge of fighting the Emperor. Luke and he had battled for days, calling forth lightning’s and fire, darkness and light. In the end though, the Dark proved triumphant, and Yoda had faded into the Force, unlamented by Luke. The other time he had left his throne was a year later. Rumors had sprouted along the outer rim that a Jedi had returned. The Rebellion began to grow again, and Luke investigated personally. His search eventually led him to Ender, where he found the Princess Leia, who had been presumed dead for years, killed along with the rest of Rebel High command on Mon Calamari. The spirits of Yoda and the old man, who Luke has discovered was named Obi Wan, were teaching her how to use the Force. They had battled in an Ewok village, and Luke took his time, savoring the defeat of the last of the Jedi. At the height of the battle, she called out, claiming that they were brother and sister. He had shut off his lightsaber, and reached a hand. She lowered her guard, then used he the Force to throw her down off the edge. She fell backwards several hundred feet to her death. He didn’t particularly care what her relation to him was. She was a threat, and he dealt with her as such. With the death of the women who might have been his sister, the Rebel Alliance had finally died. And Luke set his army’s completely towards Unknown Regions. Over the next twenty years, he had worked to subdue them, often going to the front himself to raise moral and actively participating. He didn’t give orders to the Grand Admirals on the field of battle, instead he listened to their advice. His force storms had caught more than one enemy fleet unprepared, and in one battle he had caused the systems star to go nova, obliterating the enemy fleet. That the explosion also wiped out an entire civilization didn’t particularly bother him. Now he and his Empress ruled over an entire galaxy together. And would rule forever, if at all possible. The Emperor was careful, and had taken Palpatines cloning alcove’s for him own, his and his wife’s. And he was cautious, ruling with an iron fist inside a silken glove. Mara and Luke took each others hands, and walked down the halls together. They made a perfect team. Luke was adept at politics, Mara at economics. Their combat skills were different, but equally formidable. Mara had used her talents for assassination on a semi-regular basis through the war, and Luke’s mastery of the Dark Side of the Force was unmatched. He was stronger than Palpatine, stronger than his father, stronger than any of the Sith. And stronger than any Jedi. He considered himself neither Sith nor Jedi. He and Mara were something new, something which would never be repeated. Their one small regret, as they walked arm in arm towards the royal bedchamber, was that they could never have children. They knew that any child they had would likely turn on them, try to usurp power for itself. They wouldn't let that happen. Such are the sacrifices I make for power thought Luke with a small mental sigh. It was worth it though. -----signature----- I play far, far too much World of Warcraft. L70s on Staghelm: Hopefire (Paladin), Silverbow (Hunter), Shadowhope (Rogue), Silverfire (Mage)
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Liz Skywalker Title: Ex-Mod Registered: Jun '00	Date Posted: 11/1/00 6:36pm Subject: RE: Dark Mirror
	shudders great, awesome, terrific, I need a theasaurrus. I loved it, how you described the Admirals, Luke/Mara, the Emporer, and the fact that they can't have kids. The only sobering note. -----signature----- Hey, is slash still banned?
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Herman Snerd Title: - Archive Editor Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 11/1/00 6:50pm Subject: RE: Dark Mirror
	Why oh why do I know I'm going to be rooting for the Dark Side? Awesome intro Gandolf. -----signature----- Have a question or suggestion for the Archive? PM Mariah anytime. Voted Dork Magazine's "Sexiest Nerd Alive" for 2008 http://i211.photobucket.com/albums/bb237/Snerdmania/DSCF0113.jpg A .jpg is worth a thousand .txt's.
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Padawan_Di-Lee Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 11/1/00 6:57pm Subject: RE: Dark Mirror
	Good to see you starting another story so soon. Sure was a long post (not complaining, but thinking how to comment.) 1) Good writing as always 2) You give a new meaning to AU. EVERYTHING is mixed up. I'm interested to see it develop. Very interested in the potential interaction of different universe Lukes (did that make sense?) 3) What a cold way to kill Leia! Oh well, so long as Luke & Mara get good roles. Plus maybe I'll get to see an alternate Leia from a different universe. (Are there any established terms to refer to different dimension characters?) Looking forward to more! -----signature----- "As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point your way." --- ????
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Alderaan21 Registered: Jul '98	Date Posted: 11/1/00 7:05pm Subject: RE: Dark Mirror
	VERY nice beginning. Utterly and perfectly dark (yes!!! ), and it's a well-laid out setup. I shouldn't be, but now it appears I've got yet another fanfic to start checking on periodically... -----signature----- The heretic otherwise known as Lady Aeryn: http://ladyaeryn.livejournal.com/ Saga Journal: http://www.sagajournal.com/ Happily Ever After? Overrated. - http://moonsofiego.thepensieve.net/ "There is good in him..." - Padme and Luke
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Wedge 88 Registered: Jul '99	Date Posted: 11/1/00 7:13pm Subject: RE: Dark Mirror
	Ahh, I'm so far behind in your other fic! Great! Good work though. I'm sure I'll enjoy both.... once I get the time to read them! -----signature----- The world looks marvelous from up here, so peaceful, so wonderful, and so fragile. ---Ilan Ramon, Israeli Air Force Colonel, Payload Specialist on the last mission of the Space Shuttle Columbia For looking you're droids the aren't these.
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JEDIAKASH Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 11/1/00 7:39pm Subject: RE: Dark Mirror
	Such a skillfully weaved tale of terror and darkness. An alternate universe of such magnanimous proportions that it literally stretches thought to infinity. I love the way Luke and his Grand Admirals are developed. This Empire is one that may well last, if the Skywalker tendency that follows the Wizard's Third Rule (Passion rules reason) does not act up. I will eagerly await the next episode in this fantastic ballad of the Dark Side. -----signature----- "There is magic in sincere forgiveness" -Wizard's Fourth Rule
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Wedge 88 Registered: Jul '99	Date Posted: 11/1/00 7:59pm Subject: RE: Dark Mirror
	Okay, just read it! That was the coolest story I've read in along time. Not the best, but definatly the coolest. You dwelled on the past a lot in that post. It was okay with me, just not normal. Not of a lot of description for the setting, which is okay. In fact, it worked great here. Characters were very nicly done. Love all the Grand Admirals. Glad Mara is still there. This story looks like it can go many differant, differant ways. I enjoyed the mention of the Yuuzhan Vong. Hope they show up alittle later on! Maybe not, its your story and there are infanite possible dementions to conquer! Luke as Emporor is great! This is very interesting so far! Keep it up! I'll be sure to stick with it. -----signature----- The world looks marvelous from up here, so peaceful, so wonderful, and so fragile. ---Ilan Ramon, Israeli Air Force Colonel, Payload Specialist on the last mission of the Space Shuttle Columbia For looking you're droids the aren't these.
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Rokangus Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 11/1/00 8:11pm Subject: RE: Dark Mirror
	Alright! Very cool fanfic. I love this evil mirror image of the GFFA. Keep it coming. I'd love to see the two Han's get in a brawl. That would be great! I love seeing the mirror image of all my favorite characters: Han, Chewie, Mara, Luke, Baron Fel,...and THRAWN! Wahoo, he's back. Say, do you have ideas for a dark Wedge and Dark Boba Fett? Or what about a Dark Talon Karrde or Dark Corran Horn. Ah, man the possibilities are endless. Keep up the good work. -----signature----- Spiders and Butterflies: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11471877 Nifty Song of the Week: "Battlefield" by Blind Guardian "You are a freaking ninja, dude!" - Grand_Admiral_Jaxx
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RebelMom Title: TFF Secretary Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 11/1/00 9:59pm Subject: RE: Dark Mirror
	This is certainly a different premise. That is one of the most evil Luke's I've read in a long time. Not a single ounce of compassion. Except maybe for his wife. Interesting concept. I'm curious to see where this goes. -----signature----- Short Story: Pressure Point http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/26961243/p1/?7 Jacen Solo and Anakin Skywalker - as it should have been. TFF: Cheryl
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JEDIAKASH Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 11/1/00 10:23pm Subject: RE: Dark Mirror
	Hey Gandolf, I have one question. Isn't love technically a light side emotion, having no place in the selfishness of the Dark Side? What of Mara and Luke then, do they still have a shred of light within them? -----signature----- "There is magic in sincere forgiveness" -Wizard's Fourth Rule
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Keila_ Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 11/2/00 3:10am Subject: RE: Dark Mirror
	Whoa Gandolf, I knew you didn't like sticking to the established EU, but this story took me completely by surprise. I was not expecting that twist.... and I love it! The way you put all our favourite characters in such different, yet believable roles was cool. I'm looking forward to more of this story.
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Gandalf the Grey Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 11/2/00 1:37pm Subject: RE: Dark Mirror
	Up, more tonight, or tomorrow perhaps. JEDIAKASH: Yes, Luke and Mara arn't completly evil. They're love for each other is about their only light quality though. Remember, I had Luke kill his father and sister without thinking twice about it. And thank you everyone. I'll try to keep this up, though posts will probably be slow by times. Much slower than Phoenix was. -----signature----- I play far, far too much World of Warcraft. L70s on Staghelm: Hopefire (Paladin), Silverbow (Hunter), Shadowhope (Rogue), Silverfire (Mage)
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Wedge 88 Registered: Jul '99	Date Posted: 11/2/00 2:34pm Subject: RE: Dark Mirror
	Hey, Gandolf, thats cool. You posted so fast on Phoenix I was quickly left behind. So, now I'm trying to finish it. Just keep up the good work... dons't matter to me how fast you post. -----signature----- The world looks marvelous from up here, so peaceful, so wonderful, and so fragile. ---Ilan Ramon, Israeli Air Force Colonel, Payload Specialist on the last mission of the Space Shuttle Columbia For looking you're droids the aren't these.
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Gandalf the Grey Registered: May '00	Date Posted: 11/2/00 7:14pm Subject: RE: Dark Mirror - Date Edited: 5/8/01 11:43am (2 edits total) Edited By: Gandalf the Grey
	The more things change... [/hr] Chapter II Grand Admiral Solo looked around the cockpit of his temporary flagship, the Millennium Falcon. It was a heavily modified light freighter. Or at least, it had a freighter’s hull and IFF. The hull was that of an YT-1300 freighter which had seen far better days, and the rest of the ship… The rest of the ship was brand new, and the best that could be built by the Empire. A top of the line hyperdrive, shields over twice as tough as those on a Ares class Corvette, quad turbolaser’s identical to those found in the main batteries of Star Destroyers, an Ion drive that could out speed a TIE defender. And most incredible, a layer of Quantum Armor underneath the hull, nearly as expensive as a Sovereign class Star Destroyer. Solo grinned. He could get to like this ship, and was glad he pulled rank to be the one in the pilots chair. The Falcon would run a crew of six. Solo would be the captain, Chewie his first mate and copilot. They also had an engineer on board in case they needed to make emergency repairs, two security people who doubled as gunners, and a slicer provided by Grand Admiral Ghent. The vessel reminded him of times long past, from before he joined Imperial service. Against his will, memories of Bria Tharen came rushing back. It had been a cruel twist of fate that brought his ship out of hyperspace to find her Red Hand Squadron attacking an Imperial convoy. He hadn’t known she was in command of the rebels that day, and it wasn’t until he inspected the prisoners that he saw her again after so many years. She had spat on his uniform, and called him a traitor. Nevertheless, he had found it difficult not to look away as she faced a firing squad on Coruscant a week later. “Chewie! Have the techs got that diagnostic done yet?” he shouted back at his longtime friend and bodyguard, his voice a little raw from his lingering pain. The Wookie roared an affirmative, and Solo activated the comm. “Control, is everyone ready?” “Yes, sir. But the last of the equipment still has to be loaded on board, as well as your disguises. So I’m afraid it will be a few minutes yet.” The lieutenant on the other end of the line seemed a little nervous. Han grimaced. Rank had its disadvantages, chief among them that he was no longer “one of the guys.” To pass the remaining time left until they were prepped for launch, he went to his quarters and found his “disguise.” In his case, it wasn’t actually a disguise, but what he wore while off duty. He took off his white uniform, folding it neatly and the bed, and donned an old shirt and pants. He was glad to be out of uniform. The suit might look impressive, but it was more than a little uncomfortable. Absently, Han wondered about the other Grand Admiral did, what their opinion of the uniform was. At any hour of the day or night, Grand Admiral Thrawn seemed to be awake and wearing his, and judging by the wrinkles, Han thought that Ghent might sleep in his. He straightened his color, and strapped on a gun belt. He looked at himself in a mirror. Over fifty now, hair beginning to go grey, and even after all that, and thirty years in Imperial service, he still looked like a scoundrel. Which was how he liked it. Really, thought Han as he walked back towards the cockpit, I’m just on this trip personally because I’m being driven nuts doing nothing except war games against Zsinj. I don’t need to do this personally. I probably shouldn’t. But when has that stopped me before? He stepped into the cockpit, and plopped himself down into the pilots seat. After a moment, Chewie made it in, and sat next to him in the oversized co-pilots seat. “We all ready?” Han asked. Chewie grumbled a yes, and Han began to flick switch’s on the control panels. A panel flickered and died to his left, and he and Chewie shared a long glance. “Damn new technology,” Han grumbled, “totally unreliable.” Chewie roared agreement, and Han hit the panel in frustration, knowing his trip would be delayed. To his surprise however, the panel lit up, and all the status lights shone green. Han and Chewie shared another long meaningful glance, and then Han thumbed the comm. “Control, Falcon is requesting permission for launch.” “Admiral, you are clear for takeoff,” said the lieutenant in hanger control. By the time he got the second word out, the Millennium Falcon was already gliding towards the magnetic barrier that separated the atmosphere of the hanger from the cold of space. He sent the ship through an experimental roll, exhilarating in the feeling of flying again, after so long. He had been a great pilot in his youth, but having only simulators to practice in over the last twenty years, he wondered just how much he had lost. He righted the ship with aspect to his normal base of operations, the massive Super Star Destroyer Razor’s Kiss. It was the second of it’s name, and Sovereign class. Its predecessor had been Executer class, and destroyed along with Grand Admiral Trigit in battle in the Unknown Regions. It was Trigit’s death which created an opening among the twelve that Solo was promoted into. The Kiss’s shining white hull seemed to go on forever, and the Grand Admiral smiled at the show of Imperial Might. He opened the comm, hailing the ships commander in his absence, Robert Pike. He wished the man well, and asked him to take case of the ship. Then he turned the Falcon away, towards the void of empty space. They were in the vast regions between inhabited systems, though Alderaan was only a day in hyperspace away. Alderaan was a logical place to start the search. It was as advanced as any world in the galaxy, and never had any difficulty with smugglers, so incoming vessels were generally not checked. It was peaceful, and was often seen as a neutral observer in the galaxy, condemning no one unjustly. Accurate historical records would be most likely to be found on that world. And if trouble arose, the low military presence would make escape easier. “Are the coordinates set” he asked the engineer through the intercom. A light simply went green in front of him, next to the hyperdrive, next to set of levers that looked very much like those for the hyperdrive. He reached for those levers. For a moment, nothing happened. Han looked over at Chewie disgustedly, about make a very sarcastic comment concerning Daala, when the stars seemed to simply fade out. The ship was surrounded by a globe of perfect blackness. Han checked the sensors in awe and fear, and realized that the device was performing. They were in a miniature pocket universe. They were the solo contents of the universe, everything else was emptiness. Infinity in all direction. Han shivered, and wondered how long they had before they came out. Hyperspace was normal to him, this was creepy. Almost before he was done with the thought, stars exploded into being in front of him. He let the computer scan them, and was gratified to see that it had worked. They were in the exact same place as where they started, but in a new dimension. “Chewie, set course for Alderaan,” said Han, looking forwards to this. “Lets get started.” -----signature----- I play far, far too much World of Warcraft. L70s on Staghelm: Hopefire (Paladin), Silverbow (Hunter), Shadowhope (Rogue), Silverfire (Mage)
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Rokangus Registered: Oct '00	Date Posted: 11/2/00 7:26pm Subject: RE: Dark Mirror
	Hah, imagine their surprise when... "Wait a minute? There's nothing here. Just a bumch of asteroids. What the Hell!" Yes, good, goooooood. Keep it up! -----signature----- Spiders and Butterflies: http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=11471877 Nifty Song of the Week: "Battlefield" by Blind Guardian "You are a freaking ninja, dude!" - Grand_Admiral_Jaxx
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